If before, various mansions would dispatch important dignitaries to attend such occasions.
Who could have imagined that these nobles would deign to descend to Primordial Mountain, truly giving the Primordial King great face?
"Young Master, look quickly..."
At that moment, the steward in charge tugged at Chen Xiuxuan's sleeve and pointed to a stele at the base of Primordial Mountain.
Chen Xiuxuan followed the direction and glimpsed at it, his body suddenly trembling.
Those eight bold characters on the stele read unmistakably: "Civil officers dismount from carriages, military officials from horses."
"Is this... is this an imperial decree by the Qin Emperor?!" Chen Xiuxuan's eyes widened, hardly believing it.
How much fortune had this rumored Primordial King garnered to have been granted such a privilege by the Qin Emperor?
Civil officers dismount from carriages, military officials from horses—such an honor was almost equivalent to "as if the Emperor himself had arrived."